third person pov.
tens heart raced as he clutched his battered bag against his cold, scarred hands. his palms fell sweaty and he felt like falling over. he wasn't coming, was he? tens heavy breaths and fast heart rate echoed through out his body and his ears rang at the silence present.
he heard footsteps behind him.
they were heavy and rushed
he felt hands on his back
his heart skipped a beat and he turned around
"ten?"
"j-johnny?"
"follow me."
YOU ARE READING
reply ✧*:･ﾟjohnten.
Fanfiction✧*:･ﾟ in which ten messages his favourite idol, awaiting his reply. ✧*:･ﾟ --johnten --instagram au --boyxboy
